Gloomy sun Ashes are falling from heaven Burning one Hecatomb Abaddon Looming eyes Black mass gathering In the night Heresy Heresy Their bodies doused in oil and treachery At the stake they'll burn and suffer Such acts of sin and infidelity In flames they'll meet their maker Dragged through the dust In condemnation For they are born from filth and vermin Burning morbid rites Moral servants Vermin sacrifice Bearing the crown of scorn Wretched and cursed Baptized in fire Scorched human race Burning alive Sun of extinction Purge out their sins Flaming perdition Dance of the dead Infernal inquisition (their shrieks resonate) The scent of burning flesh (filling the air) Rivers of fire shall consume (hecatomb) The painful screams are dying out (fading) From embers into ashes (blowing away) Culling the weak, The hecatomb is finally complete Culling the weak, The immolation of a worthless breed Culling the weak, Your destiny you finally have met Culling the weak, Only the ashes remain